Playlist 17

[stoutfellow]

Still not coming up with anything interesting to talk about, so...

• Wear Your Love Like Heaven, Donovan. This is one of his lesser-known songs, but it's awfully catchy.


• My Girl, the Temptations. I like this one because I've come up with my own low harmony for the chorus, which I sing every time it comes around.


• Someday Soon, Suzy Bogguss. I bought my Suzy Bogguss album specifically to get this song. It isn't the version I hear in my head, but it'll do. "He loves his damned old rodeo as much as he loves me / Someday soon, going with him, someday soon"


• America, Simon and Garfunkel. A mix of goofiness and sudden pain. (How do you get drama out of a reference to Saginaw?)


• Rainy Days and Mondays, the Carpenters. This one, and "Goodbye to Love", hit me harder because of what Karen Carpenter went through, her last few years. I feel so sorry for her.


• With This Tear, Celine Dion. In some of her later songs, she tries to evoke sadness with a breathy, lump-in-the-throat quality (cf. "Fly"); it doesn't work. She gets it right with this one.


• Light My Fire, the Doors. What is there to say (except to tell Jose Feliciano to go away)?


• I Am A Town, Mary Chapin Carpenter.


• Against All Odds, Phil Collins. This song and Lionel Richie's "Hello" are linked in my mind, and they both make me sniffle. Unfortunately, my version of this song is live; I prefer the studio version.


• Back to Avalon, Heart. I keep talking about "energy" in many of my favorite singers; this one epitomizes what I'm talking about. "And the Phoenix flies straight and high back to Avalon..."

Comments

[hornedhopper.livejournal.com]

Whenever I hear Doors music, I think of my very first concert, when I was 12. It was in the Coliseum (a fine, grand-sounding name for a concert-cum-circus-arena venue) and packed. My next-door neighbor who was old enough to drive took me. I remember she wore white go-go boots. While said song was being played, I left my seat and went up the aisle to the front, just to see Jim Morrison up close. The band was *right there.* It was the first and only time I got wacked in the head by a police officer! (I think they hired off-duty police as security) He'd told me once to get back and I pretended not to hear. It was a pretty exciting evening, all in all.

[filkferengi]

Oh, great; now you've put "Going Out Of My Head" into my head. ;)

Seriously, though; great story!